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Chapter 375 I Don’t Want to Restore the Country Today (33)

Qi Yue giggled, "Of course."

"But Aunt Zhen, I'm here to discuss something important with you."

Qiyue suddenly became serious.

……

On the fifth day of June, it was a hot day, and the sun above the head was like a ball of fire, and this city of Yuzhou was like an iron pot on the fire, frying and cooking inside, and the people were miserable.

This year's summer came early and fiercely. It hadn't rained for a month, and the temperature remained high. The fields on the outskirts of the city were so dry that they couldn't be cultivated. If it wasn't for the food stored at home, many people would starve to death.

Song Wucheng has been dreaming recently, always dreaming that a group of blood men are chasing him behind him, and each of them wants to kill him.

Every time he woke up before the blood man's sharp nails were about to fall on him, the clothes on his body and the sheets under him were soaked in cold sweat.

Such a real feeling caused Song Wucheng to have lingering fears, and he couldn't fall asleep after waking up.

To be precise, he didn't dare to sleep. He knew that those people in the dream were his own lives. Did they come into his dream to demand his life?

Although he knew that the dream was fake, Song Wucheng didn't dare to sleep anymore, he was afraid that one day he would really die at the hands of those people in the dream.

That group of people numbered at least a few thousand, and he might not be able to fight alone.

But thinking of the famous doctor he found recently, Song Wucheng finally felt better. Although his body was still not in good shape, it felt much better than before when he was about to die at any time.

The genius doctor said that it will be fine after winter, but it just takes time for treatment and conditioning.

Song Wucheng rubbed the aching brows, sat up from the bed, his body was still so heavy and weak, but it was easier to move, and he was no longer covered in cold sweat as before.

He called An Guangsheng, and after a while, An Guangsheng opened the door and came in.

Turning on the dim candles, the bedroom suddenly became brighter.

An Guangsheng was carrying a food box in his hand. He walked to the side table, put down the food box, and brought out a celadon bowl from it. The bitter smell of soup and medicine permeated the bedroom.

Song Wucheng frowned. He had been drinking this unpleasant medicine for several years, and now he almost vomited from the smell.

But thinking that his illness would be healed after drinking this medicine, he endured his unhappiness, frowned, took it, and drank the medicine in one go.

Before the bowl was taken down, Song Wucheng could smell a bloody smell in the air, so strong and disgusting.

"emperor."

An ethereal, ghostly voice came through the air, Song Wucheng shook his hand, and the celadon bowl fell directly to the ground, shattering into pieces all over the ground.

An Guangsheng in front of him was no longer An Guangsheng, but a man with blood and flesh, his hair was disheveled like weeds, he couldn't really see his appearance, and there was still blood dripping on the ground, lying in front of the bed. There was a pool of crimson blood on the open space.

Song Wucheng had never been so afraid, even if he was assassinated by assassins from time to time in recent years, it was not as scary as this moment.

Such a person is no different from the person in his dream.

Isn't he awake? How can he still see the person in the dream? Could it be that he hasn't woken up yet?

After Song Wucheng was afraid, he calmed down, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

The blood man moved suddenly, he raised his head slightly, stretched out his hands, sharp nails like knives stood up suddenly, and rushed towards him as soon as he saw it.

Song Wucheng's throat tightened, he reached under the pillow with trembling hands, and drew out a dagger the size of a palm.

(End of this chapter)